Oh, Happy Day!

I’ve been going through some rough terrain of late … while affirming, always affirming, that all will turn out for the best.

Mr Goose

But I hit a new low when my one of my little goosies became very sick. Geese are pretty tough, (as well as very companionable) but I feared for this little guy’s life as he rapidly faded yesterday.

I scurried off to my local Feed store (LJC – thank you for being there) and got antibiotics to put into his water. When I got home I gave Mr. Goose a nice warm bath in the big laundry room sink. Even though distressed to be away from his “family,” he seemed to take to his bath, ducking his head into the water and trying to flap his wings (well, the sink is not that big).

Then I wrapped him up in a towel and held him and talked with him, and talked with his little goose angels, asking all for his recovery. Of course, Mr. Goose was not particularly interested in anything I had to say – he just wanted to be with his family.

I put the required amount of antibiotics in a pail of warm water, and, much to his dismay to be left alone, I left him in the warm laundry room for the night.

A Rough Night

Oh what a night! He cried and cried all night long. It was a sleepless night for geese, cat, and animal care giver alike. If you’ve never heard a goose cry, you’ve never heard just about the saddest sound there is. I wanted to go talk with him all night, but I knew that would only upset him more when I didn’t take him back to the other geese.

About 4:30 a.m. he finally became quite. I didn’t know if this was good or the worst, but I still forestalled going to check on him, as, if he was sleeping (which I hoped and hoped was the case) I would only awaken him.

And we all needed our sleep.

I slept a bit, and then at 6:30 I couldn’t wait any longer. I went to the laundry room, bracing myself for perhaps the worst … cautiously opening the laundry room door ….

“Good Morning!” in Goose

“Honk!” he said. “Honk, honk, honk-honk-honk!”

Even with all the stressful crying most of the night, he had, miraculously, almost completely recovered ….

Oh, Happy Day!

Yes, I still have all those other dreary concerns eating up my time and attention. But my companionable birdie is well, and life is good.

Health is a blessed commodity … and I wish it for all your creature companions, be they feathered, furred or finned!

Happy day, 2 Geese

Ides of January

Happy Ides of January ….

May your 2010 be filled with Miracles and Joy!

Love is The Answer

Valentine’s Day ….

is a month from today, and there two things I like to celebrate –

Any occasion to be happy

Any occasion to express love.

Agape Love

I’m talking about Agape Love – Unconditional Love and Metta Love – Universal Love. The love that flows through all of Creation, filled with the source, force, flow, feeling, energy, attitude, desire, gratitude and love of LOVE.

So, instead of having only a day of celebrating romantic love, why not have an entire month of celebrating all forms, feelings, and states-of-being of love? Or even better, a life time of celebrating love!

The Promise of Spring

Spring is Afoot

This morning I smelled spring in the air.

I know, it’s early – not even the Ides of January yet. But spring floated on the air, just the same. 6:45 a.m., 45 degrees F, the deck door slightly ajar. In stole the scent of spring on thin, delicate feet, tip-toeing through the forest high in the fir trees, pirouetting across the meadow, and slinking in through the narrow opening of my door.

Yes, winter could return. But the promise of the ages came into my room early this morning – the fresh, loamy aroma of LIFE waking up in the earth, of the long-dream hibernation coming to an end, of a hunger for new fruits.

Something new is afoot.

Wake Up!

The Jumping Window Shade – A Year of Miracles

A Strange Sound

January 3, 2010

This morning I tried to convince myself to get up and get to work. But the cat was purring in the crook of my arm, it was dark as pitch outside, and chilly inside. I was so comfortable in my bed.

But then there was a strange sound … some small thing had fallen somewhere in the house. The noise startled the cat. She stopped purring and moved. So I got up to investigate. I opened my bedroom door and saw the narrow window shade that hangs in the long window aside the front door lying on the floor.

Strange!

I replaced it, and went back to my room to begin my morning meditation and thus, my day.

As I sat silently, I realized that if the window shade had not fallen I would have stayed resting with the cat on this, the first Sunday morning of the year, 2010, and probably fallen back asleep. But the odd – and one might dare to contemplate miraculous – event of the window shade jumping from its spot compelled me to get in motion … and to write this!

Life is full of miracles. Some rowdy, and demanding attention – such as a window shade jumping from its station. And some quietly taken for granted – such as the purring cat in the crook of one’s arm.

A Year of Miracles

My Wish is for a Year of Miracles, both serene and boisterous – and myself in an awakened state to enjoy them.

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My Book, 45 Ways to Excellent Life has 45 “Action Meditations.”  An action meditation is something you can do every day to make each day more sweet and meaningful. Available everywhere books are sold, as an ebook, paperback or hardbound.

pH Balance & Christmas

pH Balance

What do pH Balance and Christmas have in common?

Hopefully love and care for you and those you love. Save Your Life with the Power of pH Balance is an excellent gift to give this holiday season. It’s easy to read and quickly takes the mystery out of all the things you hear about pH Balance.

Your body – and everybody’s body – wants to be pH balanced. This is the single best, truly affordable, thoughtful gift you can get for everyone on your holiday list – family, friends, co-workers – and don’t forget yourself!

Willamette Writers Conference – 2009

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I’ve been very busy attending three conferences in six weeks, the first of which also required a considerable amount of preparation on my part. This was the Willamette Writers Conference in Portland, Oregon, where I met many remarkable writers and kind-hearted, interested agents and editors.

The hotel fairly crackled with creative energy. Everyone I met was hoping the best for everyone. It seemed to be common knowledge, common energy, that what’s good for one is good for all. I believe this is the first writer’s conference I’ve gone to (and I’ve been to plenty!) where I did not encounter jealousy, gossip, backbiting, angry tears, or any negative acting out of any sort.

Sound miraculous? It was!

That’s not to say there were none of those emotions expressed at the WW Conference but if there were, I didn’t encounter them, and I didn’t hear of them. I only heard mostly happy stories. Agents wanting to see people’s work, editors making positive comments about pitches, writer’s helping writers hone their fiction, their non-fiction, their screen plays. It was an Elysian Fields, Nirvana, dream come true.

Electric Air

The heart of this conference, along with truly informative and interesting presentations and workshops, is the option of giving pitches to top agents, editors and film people, if one chooses, for a nominal fee (in addition to the conference fee). Real live one-on-ones or small groups, where real live agents, editors and film producers listen to your pitch, and if it sounds like it might fit their current needs, they ask you to send partials, proposals, or entire manuscripts of the work.

Trust me when I say the air was electric!

Additionally, there were aspects of the event that I loved, not related to writing. I loved it that the attendees ranged from their teens into, I believe, their eighties. I loved it that there was good quality food, and plenty of it, for everyone including vegetarians and vegans. I very much loved it that the entire conference was on one level, and people didn’t have to run up and down stairs or wait for elevators.

It was wisely held a stone’s throw from the Portland International Airport so all the agents, editors and film people from New York and L.A., and attendees from far and wide, did not have to spend precious time commuting to and from the airport.

The hotel staff did a stellar job of seamlessly setting up and breaking down all the virtually incessant setting up and breaking down this conference required. Everything was always clean, the staff was infallibly available, smiling, helpful and professional.

And Cookies!

There was a constant supply of various coffees (which I don’t drink) and endless TAZO tea, which I love. And there were many dozens of several kinds of wonderful, freshly baked cookies… yum!

I guess the only downside is that it doesn’t happen twice a year! (I hear a collective groan from the still-recovering staff….)

Ah! The Mosquito

I read a meditation recently that was sent to me via email, I don’t recall the source, but in it the person wrote that all of God’s creature were divine and had an obvious propose … except the mosquito.

Equally Divine

I thought; oh, no, the mosquito is just as divine as any other aspect of creation. I believe the place of the mosquito (along with the other nature-related values it has) is PATIENCE. We can either be calm when mosquitoes are hovering, or freak out – become angry, frustrated, feel disempowered.

Patience teaches us to calmly move through life, to attract what is desired, and not what is not desired. The things, events, people, and creatures that we have a neutral relationship with sail by us, and the things, events, people, and creatures that cause us distress get caught up in the eddies of distress in the river of the self, and we often seem to be dealing with them again and again, when, all the while, the goal is to attract that which we desire.

Keep Your Heart Focused on Your Intentions

So let all the mosquitoes in you life hover and buzz – keep you heart and mind focused on your intentions and your desires … and let the insects tend to theirs.

Gnosis and the Art of Toilet Repair

Today I replaced the fill valve on a toilet. I’m reticent to confess how long this project has waited for me to accomplish it, but the important thing is, I did it.

The toilet is squeezed into a tiny cubby hole that only allowed me to get one arm into the project, and that by lying on the floor, looking up at the apparatus, hoping nothing fell in my face (tools, water, whatever).

How a Project Starts

I don’t know if it’s like this for anyone else, but when I start a project and the very first step goes haywire and is much more challenging than I’d anticipated, it tends to lead me to think: “oh no, I didn’t expect to start out with trouble, so now I suppose I’ll be at this project for days, instead of the two hours I’ve set aside for it.”

That’s where I was, physically and mentally, when cranking away at the plastic nut of the original broken assembly on the outside bottom of the tank, which only produced remarkably loud groaning, whining, squawking sounds from the nut, like a Halloween dungeon, augmented by echoes from the empty porcelain toilet tank. I was certain I was turning it in the correct direction … it can get very confusing when lying on the floor looking up. Righty-tighty, lefty-Lucy (or is that loosey?). A mega-sized, red-handled, pipe wrench and I were dogged in our conviction that left was right. That is, correct. Widdershins. But no-go.

I slinked out of the sliver of floor space and called the 800 number on the box of the replacement fill-valve, which took me on an endless loop of dial this, dial that and someone will help you… and back around again. I left the phone on speaker, and let it loop itself. I figured if someone live answered, that’d be great, but in the meantime, I’d shuffle along.

Liquid Wrench™ to the Rescue

I got the idea of spraying Liquid Wrench™ on the nut, even though I’d never used it on plastic fittings. After doing so, I crawled back under the toilet (and, BTW – ick), got the pipe wrench on the nut, and presto! it instantly came off with no whining or groaning. At that moment a human being came on the phone.

“Just a sec,” I called, snaking my way out from under the toilet, reporting the progress of my contortions to the patient man on the phone. Then I told him I’d just accomplished the main reason I’d called, by spraying Liquid Wrench™ on the plastic nut. He replied that I could also have lathered it up with dishwashing liquid. Okay. Good to know.

“But,” I said, “as long as I have you on the line, the directions have a list of tools I’ll need to complete the project, which includes a hammer. What do I need a hammer for?” having, but a short time previous begun to imagine it would come in handy to demolish the entire tank in situ.

“You don’t need a hammer,” he replied.

Why is it on the List?

All righty. I forebore asking, then … why is it on the list? “Okay. Anything else you might mention?”

He gave me a couple of pointers, and was clear to let me know that I was very lucky to get him, as he was the only person to answer the phone and it was now 5:02.

I thanked him and told him he had done his good deed for the day.

I hung up and subsequently had the entire assembly in place in under 15 minutes. So a project I’d allowed two hours to do was completed in under an hour.

I had some observations about this experience:

One: Things in life are sometimes more difficult than we expect them to be. We may walk away from something that simply wants a bit of oil on its cogs. If you’re stuck, move away from the situation a little ways and think about what might be the Liquid Wrench™, the WD-40™, the dishwashing liquid you can squirt on it. This contemplation works just as well with emotional, inter-personal situations, as with creative, inventive endeavors, as with the physical world.

Secondly, as I stepped back, proud of my handiwork and pleased with how easily, ultimately, it all came together, I thought about the many times I’d done this project in my mind. I already know that every time one thinks about doing something, the mind does it. I had to ask myself, what I might have accomplished in all those times I did this job – in my mind. Reminder to self: if something needs doing, do it!

The Alchemist

And a third observation I had was motivated by my having just read The Alchemist by Paolo Coelho, wherein it’s noted that one often experiences beginner’s luck, because the Universe conspires to inspire and assist the beginner.

But I’ve often had the opposite experience in which the first step is very difficult… finding the door is arcane. But once through the door, things click into place like tumblers in a lock. I believe both types of experience occur. It may be helpful to know which sort of energy you generally have, so that your intentions are not waylaid. That is to say, if it starts out easy and gets hard, keep going.

If, on the other hand, if it starts out hard and gets easy, well then, keep going. Beware of moving away from things that are clicking. When tumblers fall into place, keep at it. They may never be inclined to line up as readily again if you move away from the current energy.

Back to Scene: So I turned on the water, put the tank lid in place, happy to see it all as it was meant to be. I put away my tools and went back to work. Then… two, three, four times I heard the new fill valve make a whooshing sound. At which point – you guessed it – I discovered I also have to replace the flapper.

But that’s a gnostic lesson for another day….

Barking Birds

I inexplicably awake a few minutes before three a.m., and step outside. It’s as still as a stage during the night between performances. Entangled among the fir trees, the moon—near full in a clear sky—shines, an alabaster globe, casting a light among the branches that falls upon the ground in great sheets of lace.

Bathed in Alabaster Light

I stand, small and quiet, bathed in the alabaster light, until I, too, become an alabaster being. A tableau of beauty apart from the ordinary, the clever moon possesses the night. She is a lesser god, creating silhouette vignettes from borrowed light, as if the very echo of “let there be light” is captured by her, so she too might create a world, in bas relief and black and white.

Rapt in a silken night, I listen to a tiny screech owl in a nearby tree, and another, several trees distant, replying.

Then I hear another sound, like a soft and gentle dog’s bark—as if a dog were dreaming this exact same pristine scene. But the sound comes from overhead. The intermittent bird call moves off to the north, then comes another. Then a third and a fourth, the quiet calls emerge from just below the tree line. They—whatever sort of bird they are—are spaced about a hundred feet apart, gently barking to one another in the deep well of night, companionably together, even with the distance between them. They sail the night sky, bathed in moonlight, nocturnally trekking. I imagine them settling, finally, to sleep in trees or upon a lake before the sunrise.

Take Me with You

“Take me with you,” my heart calls out. Instead, the glorious night falls into complete and utter silence. I turn and go back to my own bed, not so far distant, and curl up with the cat.

A Postcard of Love

Last evening in yoga class, during the cool down period (shavasana) my wonderful instructor suggested we bring up an image of someone we care deeply about, and then go home and call or write them telling them so.

I contemplated this on the way home, and found myself sending a mental postcard of love to many people in my life, as they presented themselves in my imagination. By the time I got home (a fifteen mile drive) I felt very mellow and loving. Too late to phone and, having put in a fifteen hour day, too tired to email, I was content to have, in thought-form, sent them all a bit of appreciation, gratitude, and love.

I woke up this morning, and the first thing I recalled was this pleasant and heart-warming exercise on the drive home. I felt like doing it some more… and so I send YOU, dear reader, a postcard of love, and appreciation, simply knowing that somewhere on the planet, you are making my day happier, better, sweeter, because you breathe, because you are you.

May you have a Truly Excellent, Happy Day!

Choose Happiness!

In the meditation I read this morning the author said, “Your odds for success are greatly enhanced if you speak the ‘language’ of those with whom you are dealing.

“So, if you want to manifest in the universe, you have to speak in the same language as Spirit. When the Creator said “let there be Light,” there was Light!”

The author goes on to say that as we are made in the spiritual likeness of the Creator, what we speak becomes manifest.

Of course, this is the stuff of the movie The Secret. If we say, “I’m miserable,” we tend not only to remain miserable, but to bring more misery to us.

If we say, as Wayne Dyer so wisely, but simply suggests, “I choose to be Happy,” we call to us happiness.

It’s impossible to hold a miserable though and a happy thought at the same time. Our emotional “body” will pick one.

So, choose happiness!

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